Poetry

Occupy Mind Street

We're that "AH,HA!" moment personified, but mummified

We're the ones who shush at you over the theatrically bona fide

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Marginalia

On the edge of scene
eye-scrying you saw singularity
an existence: washed and weatherless
whose essence one seeks to claim

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Hermes

Even Phoenixes die
this close to the inferno
they perish without a
hope
of rebirth.

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The Orgins Of Our Species

The Origins Of Our Species

Or

Some thoughts on a letter from Martha Washington to a friend

And some articles in SCI-AM

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C is for Cadavers

You cried in the midst of cold where loneliness
crawled on your knees. Once, you cried due to
sickness of souls - death which  smeared your life
with awfulness. You said days came by in a scent
of candles which were rimmed all over your body;

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Zeus

The King of the Pantheon
bathes in the
hydrogen heavens
where he is god
of unending clouds
and churning storms.

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Ares

The god of war
watches with crimson eyes
from his
basaltic throne a top
Mons Olympus.

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Comforting Thoughts

I remember how loving my mother was when I was a child.

She was always supporting and gentle.

She'd make me laugh and feel happy.

She knew what I needed and always provided.

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Sometimes I don't know why

Sometimes I don't know why
I just feel so sad
I wish someone could read my mind
Come and stop by my side

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A Love letter in your absence

Dear lover, I can only use words to touch you, my hands cannot reach past the kilometers that separate us in time. I wait, but at least I do not wait in the vanity of emptiness, not knowing who you are or for whom I wait.

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